Dear readers,Today's writer is a teenager, whose heart is broken and who is disillusioned. He learnt by accident that hehad been living with foster parents and not his real parents. He needs your help, he cannot cope with this information. Kindly read and help him.Thanks, Monica Taiwo.Dear Taiwo,My heart is heavy and hurt. I don't know if you would understand what I mean or if you can feel my pains, but I wrote you because I need to share what I feel and what I am feeling and passing through at present.I can't even tell my siblings; (the little sister and brother I have grown to love and cherish) what I overheard our parents, or let me say those I have grown to love and believe to be my parents saying.Auntie Taiwo, I am sad. I will be 16 years in November, I have just finished my Senior Secondary Certificate Examinations (SSCE), but I am sure of my admission into one of the popular private universities, because I made my required papers in my General Certificate Examinations (GCE) and I also did very well in my University Matriculation Examinations (UME).My parents are very proud of me. I had wanted to become an engineer just like my father; I discovered that he is not my father. Of course they did not know that I heard their discussion, I did not mean to eavesdrop, as I have learnt a long time that eavesdroppers never hear good about themselves.As I was taking daddy's late night coffee into their bedroom they were so engrossed in their conversation that they did not hear when I knocked and actually entered their room.Mummy was the one talking, she said: 'I cannot tell Tony he is not our son. I find it difficult to tell him. How do we expect to make him understand' I wish your parents and sister would leave things the way they are'.If I didn't hear my name, I wouldn't have cared. I was curious to know what she couldn't tell me. Her next sentence, however, threw me off balance. I was shocked and I stormed out of their room without dropping what I took there. My little sister did afterwards.The question which kept coming to me was, 'who then are my parents, if they are not''. This question whenever it comes to mind leads me to my childhood; I could remember well that I lived with my grandparents..Where I lived didn't matter or who my parents were, I was too small to care about issues like these until a fateful day when I was in primary three when one of my classmates took my toy. It led to a quarrel and he told me off by telling me that I have no parents and that was why I lived with my grandparents.When I got home on this day, I asked my grandma who my parents were, she was shocked, because I always called them daddy and mummy. She did not answer me immediately until daddy came back from work; it also took both of them about two weeks before they spoke with me on the issue.They confirmed the fact that they were my grandparents, but that they would allow me to go and live with my parents.Read Concluding Part
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